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fandomtownies2019-10-07 07:41 am
notallbluemonks) wrote in fandomtownies2019-10-07 07:41 am
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Atlas Gym, Monday (10/7)
Within half an hour of Beau arriving to open up this morning, one of the trainers came over to her and mentioned that there was a weird noise down in the locker rooms, and could she maybe go check it out?
And sure, Beau could have complained about why it had to be her who did that, but (not that she'd say so) she wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to feel needed. So she took her staff and headed down to the locker rooms, ready to open up a can of whoop-ass on whatever had gotten in down there --
-- and found a porg that had somehow gotten stranded indoors. A little bit of poking around turned up an open locker containing someone's gym bag and a large, shiny set of keys clipped to the bag's strap with a carabiner.
"You hitched a ride in here, didn't you?" she asked the porg, who just blinked up at her with those unnervingly wide eyes and made a little noise. She sighed and held out her staff for the porg to hop up on like a perch. In a voice just a tiny bit less harsh than usual she went on, "Okay, come on, let's get you back outside so you're not in here freaking people the fuck out and . . . leaving presents in their lockers or whatever."
She was enjoying this far more than her disgruntled expression let on, walking through the gym with a porg perched on the end of her staff past a few of the early morning patrons.
"The fuck are you looking at?" she demanded, just before opening the front door and letting the porg out.
Nope. Totally didn't enjoy that at all.
[OOC: Post is, of course, open.]
And sure, Beau could have complained about why it had to be her who did that, but (not that she'd say so) she wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to feel needed. So she took her staff and headed down to the locker rooms, ready to open up a can of whoop-ass on whatever had gotten in down there --
-- and found a porg that had somehow gotten stranded indoors. A little bit of poking around turned up an open locker containing someone's gym bag and a large, shiny set of keys clipped to the bag's strap with a carabiner.
"You hitched a ride in here, didn't you?" she asked the porg, who just blinked up at her with those unnervingly wide eyes and made a little noise. She sighed and held out her staff for the porg to hop up on like a perch. In a voice just a tiny bit less harsh than usual she went on, "Okay, come on, let's get you back outside so you're not in here freaking people the fuck out and . . . leaving presents in their lockers or whatever."
She was enjoying this far more than her disgruntled expression let on, walking through the gym with a porg perched on the end of her staff past a few of the early morning patrons.
"The fuck are you looking at?" she demanded, just before opening the front door and letting the porg out.
Nope. Totally didn't enjoy that at all.
[OOC: Post is, of course, open.]